Jerry looked sharply at Ned. The same thought was in the minds of both—would they have money enough to pay the doctor, in case it should be found that Bob was badly hurt, and needed a complicated operation?
Then Jerry smiled. Of course, even though the skill of the celebrated surgeon was required, he would not have to be paid at once. And Bob’s father was wealthy. After all, there was no need for worry, save as to Bob himself.
And this was soon dispelled, for Miss Payson, which, the clerk said, was the name of the doctor’s head nurse, soon came down to relieve the anxiety of the boys.
“How’s Bob?” Jerry asked her impulsively.
“All right,” she answered with a smile. “He has only a scalp wound.”
“Then his skull isn’t fractured?” asked Andy, excitedly.
“Bless your heart, no! The doctor will soon have him very comfortable, and then I’ll stay with him to-night.”
“Oh, but we can’t think of letting you do that!” cried Ned.
“Indeed!” and Miss Payson elevated her eyebrows, and smiled at the eager lad. “I fancy you’ll have to,” she said. “Dr. Wright isn’t in the habit of having his orders disobeyed, and he has told me to look after the patient to-night.”
“Oh, but that’s too bad!” burst out Jerry. “Just when you are on your vacation, too.”